Sometimes when I think about my daughters and what they go through on a daily basis my thoughts can only seem to form poetry because that is what they are to me...beautiful poetry!
Through my daughters eyes
I try so hard to see
What this world must be...
I see a world
that is peaceful
that is chaotic
that is creative
that is hypnotic
I see a world
which judges
which listens
which is dull
which also glistens
I see a world
of family
of friends
of teachers
of critics
I see a world
that is too big
that is too small
that is too short
that is too tall
What this world must be
to my daughters
I can only TRY to see
But I have an idea
It is a world of extremes
Challenges
Fears
Hopes
and DREAMS!
I try so hard to see
What this world must be...
I see a world
that is peaceful
that is chaotic
that is creative
that is hypnotic
I see a world
which judges
which listens
which is dull
which also glistens
I see a world
of family
of friends
of teachers
of critics
I see a world
that is too big
that is too small
that is too short
that is too tall
What this world must be
to my daughters
I can only TRY to see
But I have an idea
It is a world of extremes
Challenges
Fears
Hopes
and DREAMS!
What a beautiful poem Vera! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Cyndi, glad you liked it!
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